Last night the pirates were getting ready for bed. We had all the pajamas we needed, and two out of the three sets of teeth were brushed. They were reading books and I was in the hallway sorting dirty laundry. Two minutes later I walked back in and they were crowded around the window talking to Parker who was perched in our front yard tree. It was adorable.
Parker is their Peter Pan.
(Which makes them either Darling children or Lost Boys... or perhaps a bit of both?)
I can't even imagine Parker's life before you moved in. Thank heavens for childhood fun!
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